after-party ♔

[wynn]

♬ Jeux d'eau - Ravel

WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights not currently on missions 
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || Mar 1st, 2013, 6:00PM
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam

The "afterparty" is rumored to be the real main event of the night. A black-tie affair in the lavish, opulent ballroom, it is every new Knight's chance to mingle and meet some of their new brothers in arms. Of course, a couple hours are provided following the ceremony for everyone to change, do hair and makeup, and choose from the vast array of formal attire in the closets of the balcony "dressing rooms" located at the top of spiraled staircases on either side of the ballroom. A separate dressing room exists for men and women, and they include full bathrooms (with, thankfully, very modern plumbing).

The squires are usually among the last to arrive, and the ballroom is full to the brim with a fancy array of people, of all shapes, sizes and species.

Hope you aren't shy. They're all here to meet you.

Feel free to make your own open threads for people to come congratulate your newly pledged knight.

ooc; also if your Knight wants to get all gussied up, you can make a Disguise (Cha) check for how good they were at hair/makeup/stylin', etc! This goes for... any time.

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DRESSING ROOMS [menfolk]

[wynn]

[Welp, boys, here's your first chance to be alone and manly together and meet your fellow male squires without... being in front of hundreds of people together. Small talk, get pretty, whatever you need to do. There are racks and racks of suits and tuxes in here, including many tailor fit to your size. :')

And hair gel. Lots of hair gel.]

Reynard for all the menfolk!

[smugfox]

[While it wasn't unheard for Reynard to dress up on occasion, he was far more comfortable in less elegant and, well - frankly, clean clothing. It wasn't really his style, but then, none of this really was.

But far be it from him to not try out something new on occasion! Like being a knight, for instant.

Alright, that was a bit more radically new than most things he tries.

Currently he sits in front of the mirror, dubiously eyeing a tub of hair gel and glancing at the mirror, wondering if anything could actually keep his hair down.

He's not very confident it's even worth the fight.]

[faeconman]

[ Suits, now that Robin can do. Goodbye ceremonial armor, hello clothes that don't make him feel as if he's in a broadway production of Camelot.

Should not have had that thought, it inevitably means humming as he picks out his outfit. ]

If ever I would leave you...

[smugfox]

[Well, that voice is infinitely more intriguing than his hair gel dilemma, so Reynard puts the tub down and gets up, approaching the owner of said voice from behind silently, so he won't keep him from singing more.

An inspiring voice, that. Very beautiful, very engaging, very conductive to making one think of what other sounds the singer could produce. Or maybe Reynard was just feeling like celebrating in a less official and more carnal way.]

[faeconman]

[ Robin's mind is certainly not working in carnal ways at the moment, and he is also not noticing that he's attracted anyone's attention. He's just focused on buttoning his shirt, and yes, still singing quietly to himself. ]

...it wouldn't be in summer.
Seeing you in summer I never would go.
Your hair streaked with sun-light,
Your lips red as flame,
Your face witha lustre
that puts gold to shame...

[smugfox]

[In relative patience Reynard waits until Robin is finished before starting to applaud. For one thing, because he genuinely liked the performance, for another, well, he wants him to turn around, so he can see his face. During the ceremony he had been too pre-occupied to pay much attention to the other squires.]

Seems like you're in the wrong profession. Bard would be a good fit for you.

[faeconman]

[ Turn he does, and quite hastily at that though his expression of startled surprise quickly turns into a laugh as he puts a hand over his racing heart. ]

Oh dear, gave me a bit of a scare there. I hope I wasn't bothering you?

[ The applause and compliment did indicate that the friendly stranger hadn't been too annoyed by his little concert, but it usually doesn't hurt to make sure. ]

[smugfox]

Not at all, quite the opposite.

[He takes a step closer, still smiling. His eyes are rather enjoying what they're seeing and his other senses have no reason to complain either. He'll definitely make sure to remember that scent.]

Your voice is remarkable. Thank you for every word you sing in my presence. And very probably for every word you utter, too.

[faeconman]

[ Robin would back away, feeling that Reynard had already been more than close enough, but he's prevented from doing so by the racks of clothing.

He's still smiling, but now also looking a touch incredulous. Is this guy for real? ]

You're very kind to say that. I'm Robin, nice to meet you.

[ He offers a hand to shake, partly hoping to halt Reynard's movement towards him. ]

[smugfox]

Just being honest. Since we just pledged to honesty and all that.

[There is something just a tad thrilling about realizing that Robin wants to put more distance between them but can't, but Reynard decided to ignore that particular predatory instinct for now and just take the offered hand, indeed keeping his distance now.]

Robin Goodfellow, right? I remember. Interesting name. I'm Reynard, no last name.

[faeconman]

[ After a brief shake he lets go of Reynard's hand and finishes buttoning up his shirt while he speaks. ]

Right. Parents had an interesting sense of humor.

[ And there goes his first lie as one of the Knights.

Pledged to honesty indeed. ]

[smugfox]

[His eyes watch Robin's fingers, but he's pretty subtle about it, quickly settling on his face again.]

Well, I'd have that too, if my last name was Goodfellow. Nice to meet you, Robin. Ready to face the world as a Sir?

[faeconman]

Just trust me when I say there is not a single joke you could make that I haven't heard before.

[ He turns around briefly to grab the jacket that matches the trousers he chose and then his attention is back on Reynard. ]

I suppose I'm about as ready as I'll ever be.

Dimitri - OTA

[likeagod]

[Dimitri is pulling a dark grey suit from the section of the rack meant for someone his size. His tall 6'7" frame isn't exactly meant for a suit off the rack, after all.

Expect him to be quiet unless someone wants to approach him.]

[smugfox]

Do they even have anything that fits you here?

[He decides to pretty much just voice his thought without reflection. Given that he is more than a feet shorter, he has to look up at Dimitri, but doesn't seem intimidated by the height difference anyway.]

[likeagod]

Close. [Or if they do, he seems to have not noticed.] This will do, I think.

[He holds the pants up, examining them again.]

sorry for the wait, stress and sickness struck me down!

[smugfox]

If it helps, I doubt that anyone will spend much time looking at your ankles. Actually, with you around, I'm regretting spending any time choosing something for myself, I could have just come in my usual clothes.

that's been me all this weekend. no worries. <3

[likeagod]

I don't think that's true. We're all of equal importance here.

hope you're feeling better now ♥

[smugfox]

I'll try not to debate that, but the fact of the matter is that you're pretty eye-catching. Which is good, really, in case I want to start picking pockets.

Not that I'd do that.

you too o3o

[likeagod]

I'd recommend you didn't. Considering you'll be in a hall filled with people who are supposed to be your allies.

[Have a look, Reynard.]

I'd prefer not to be your unwilling accomplice.

[smugfox]

Would you rather be my willing accomplice?

[His face and the question both seem quite serious for a few moments before he lets out a laugh and shakes his head.]

Not to worry. We just swore to honesty and all that good stuff, didn't we?

[likeagod]

I'll have to pass.

[Don't steal from your fellow knights, geez.]

We did. I tend to take my oaths rather seriously.

[smugfox]

Same here, don't worry.

[Well. Not that he ever swears any oath. And he really doesn't take them overly seriously. So. He is lying.]

I don't think people carry much valuables with them, anyway. There's good food, though, from what I can smell.

[likeagod]

[He wonders if he's lying. (sense motive: 16)]

There is that, I agree.

[smugfox]

[Of course he isn't lying! Has anyone ever seen a more sincere smile? ...ignore the sharp teeth. And, yeah, he's not even really trying to seem sincere. Nothing like a bit of an edge of distrust to a new friendship.]

Seems as if we should hurry to get some, before it's all gone, don't you think? After you, I'm sure that's much more fitting.